An Invitation…

My son has given me a Writing challenge: “Invitation.” Use that word and write something. 🙂 So here it goes… Excitement awaits The lure of fanciful expectations Intertwine in a medley of anticipation… Continue reading →

September Eleven

  It streams from a place of longing and pain that continues to flow as the clips and sound bites cloud chaotic space with noise memorial mentions of heartfelt grief intertwined with mementos… Continue reading →

Quest

I thought the mark, would bring the spark, lark of an idea It went off well, so swell, I could tell there’d be more If only the drive, could thrive beyond mere surviving… Continue reading →

At Summer’s End

At Summer’s End The Bend, the fold The towel lies there wet and cold. The Splashy Blue The hue, the joy The crazy chaos floating toy. The Heated Feet The Seat, the bake… Continue reading →

The Changing of the Wheels

The OLD CAR was loved where it sat, Fond memories fuller than flat, Awaited its fate, It wouldn’t be late, The Farewell was harder than that. Then in came the Fresh one, so… Continue reading →

Oh Captain, Our Captain

The darkness it was silent No brightness filled the room Until a Tiny Glimmer Raised up its face from gloom. It sparked and then it fired up A flash of light it made… Continue reading →

A Distant Anguish

I waited for all to arrive here, A house-full of loved ones to stay, While out there a family was grieving, The end of a time spent away. My family packed in for… Continue reading →

Ode to the Gundai

The boys gather round They’re all on the ground They move in seamless sway Their laughs fill the air With casual flare In days of endless play. I try to keep up No… Continue reading →

A Post-less week

A week without writing a post Makes this writer not one to boast My schedule is full This isn’t all bull I promise to soon make up most. peekiequeen poetry, copyright Friday, July… Continue reading →

The Writer’s trek

The screen sits still Blinking cursor beckons The block, the wait, the anticipation Slowly your mind comes to life Black on white Words take shape In the twisty curls of letters Characters are… Continue reading →